Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Holding the fort for his brother.

While Wilf went to the vets Digby took over the role of chief guard dog. With workmen arriving every five minutes he was soon busily scurrying from one vehicle to the next . Each tyre was dutifully christened and the insides of the kitchen fitters vans checked to see if there was anything interesting, ie edible, inside. The brave image might have been a bit more believable if Digby hadn't scampered inside each time there was a noise from a drill or power saw. He eventually fell asleep on his back in the sun, worn out from holding the fort for his big brother.

The local newsagent is now displaying a rack of day old English, Dutch and Spanish newspapers - a sure sign that the second home owning contingent is about to arrive for Easter .

We are waiting for the results from Wilfs biopsy and blood tests to see what whether we should be concerned about the growth on his head. Irrespective of whether its benign or malignant the vet thinks it could become infected and should come off. She has taken blood tests to see whether his liver is strong enough for anaesthetic to be administered. Wilf was the perfect patient and apart from having to be coaxed out of the back of the car didn't complain once. However, when he got home he came straight up to me with his glum face on as if to say ' You can't believe what's just happened to me '. A Ryvita as a treat and he was soon back to being his irrepresible self.

13 comments:

Just another adorable indication of our canine friend's unique ability to live in the moment! How I love these beautiful pooches!Enjoy the sunshine! We have some here too!LotsalicksMAXDOG IN SOUTH AFRICA

Lots of paws are crossed here, hoping that everything's fine with Wilf. He sounds like a brave and good patient.

Poor Digby, having to pretend that he could guard the whole house by himself. Dogs are funny with how they can bluster but then give away their terror at the smallest things. My dogs have similar quirks!

I'm just catching up on your blog after being gone for a few days, and wanted to just add that I hope that Wilf will be okay--Don't they know how we worry about them?? Glad he doesn't mind the vet--Our Wheaten Terrier is all about the drama when he's there, the Goldens on the other hand are much more brave, or just naieve about why they are there!

About Me

2004, we sell the rain drenched farm in Scotland and move to the warmth of southern Europe. Two very lively Polish Lowland Sheepdog brothers - Wilf and Digby - accompany us. Fluffy,patient and comical . Forever attracting laughter and new friends . After a year in Provence we moved to Italy to restore an ancient Roman watchtower . Somethings are meant not to be. Following a rather unpleasantly violent 'housejacking' ( the third in our little village ) we left Italy in late 2009 for new adventures in the rolling countryside of south west France . We are now getting to grips with a large rickety old farmhouse. Life after the violence of Italy has a gentler tempo. Digby passed on from piroplasmosis in May 2010. HIs brother, despite being diagnosed with cancer and having become blind ,soldiered on for another two years. We now embark on the next part of our journey with two new PON's - Bob and Sophie. This blog records all those little things about living with dogs that are too unimportant to make it into a diary but which make life, life.